Author has written 18 stories for Life, Friendship, Love, and Young Adult.

these aren't particularly representative of my musical taste but are here because they represent my moral values...

She walks to school with the lunch she packed.Nobody knows what she's holdin back.Wearin the sam dress she wore yesterday.She hides the bruises with a linen and lace.The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask.It's hard to see the pain behind the mask.Bearin the burden of a secret storm.Sometimes she wishes she was never born.

Chorus:THrough the wind and the rainshe stands hard as a stonein a world that she cant rise above.But her dreams give her wingsand she flies to a place where shes loved.Concrete angel.

SOmebody cries in the middle of the night.A neighbor hears but they turn out the light.A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate.When morning comes it'll be too late.

Chorus*

A statue stands in a shady place.An angel girl with an upturned face.A name is written on a polished rock.A broken heart that the world forgot.

chorus* Oh no-there's got to be a better waySay it againThere's got to be a better way-yeahWhat is it good for?*War has caused unrestAmong the younger generationInduction then destructionWho wants to die?War-huhWhat is it good for?Absolutely nothingSay it againWar-huhWhat is it good for?Absolutely nothingYeahWar-I despise'Cos it means destructionOf innocent livesWar means tearsTo thousands of mothers howWhen their sons go off to fightAnd lose their livesI saidWar-huhIt's an enemy of all mankindNo point of war'Cos you're a man*(Repeat)Give it to me one time-nowGive it to me one time-nowWar has shatteredMany young men's dreamsWe've got no place for it todayThey say we must fight to keep our freedomBut Lord, there's just got to be a better wayIt ain't nothing but a heartbreakerWarFriend only to the undertakerWarWarWar-Good God, nowNowGive it to me one time nowNow nowWhat is it good for? This worldThis world is coldBut you don'tYou don't have to goYou're feeling sad, you're feeling lonely, and no one seems to careYou're mother's gone and your father hits youThis pain you cannot bear

But we all bleed the same way as you doAnd we all have the same things to go through

Hold on if you feel like letting goHold on it gets better than you know

Your daysYou say they're way too longAnd your nightsYou can't sleep at allHold onAnd you're not sure what you're waiting for, but you don't want to no moreAnd you're not sure what you're looking for, but you don't want to no more

But we all bleed the same way as you doAnd we all have the same things to go through

Hold on if you feel like letting goHold on it gets better than you knowDon't stop looking, you're one step closerDon't stop searching, it's not overHold on

What are you looking for?What are you waiting for?Do you know what you're doing to me?Go ahead...What are you waiting for?

Hold on if you feel like letting goHold on it gets better than you knowDon't stop looking, you're one step closerDon't stop searching, it's not overHold on if you feel like letting goHold on it gets better than you knowHold on

Written late at night, so some ideas run together. You should understand the main idea, though, and possibly relate. He asked me, "How could you not see this coming" I told him, "Of course I saw it coming. It's always coming."

Sorry for the title, I know, it's really bad. But I couldn't think of one, and I wrote this for someone I know. If you're smart, you'll put together the pieces and figure out that her name is Jessica. She was having trouble with friendship, and getting a